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A dreadful dream

Was midnight,
when I woke up with a start,
A fairy so lovely,
Was crying bitterly.
She came up to me,
And showed me a crystal ball,
Which she held in her hand,
Covered by a golden band.
Oh! What a scene,
What a dreadful scene,
It was my earth,
My good old mother earth.
The green trees,
And the blue seas,
The beautiful gifts of nature,
Were being destroyed and might not exist in future.
Oh! The dark sky and the scented air,
Destroyed without care,
Polluted by harmful gases,
Emitted by the passers by.
She suddenly vanished,
And I suddenly woke up,
It was just a dream,
Oh! What a dreadful dream.

S. APARAJITHA, IX B, S.A.V, Tiruchi

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